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“Foolish?” The extraordinary people who attended Mr. A’s meeting either chewed the word or whispered with their companions to discuss whether they had met someone with similar beliefs.

“When did such a cult appear?” Someone whispered.

At this time, Mr. A asked the waiter next to raise a blackboard with a few lines of words written in Lunwen:

"The fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious ruler above the fog;

"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

During the process of reviewing the blackboard, Mr. A used hoarseness to make people feel uncomfortable:

"Don't use the Hermes to read the above content. Giant, Elvish, Dragon, and Ancient Hermes are even worse. You can't even use them to write corresponding descriptions. Otherwise, there are terrible things happening with great probability.

"Help me find those who believe in 'fool', of course, they may also follow the 'mysterious master over the fog', 'the king of yellow and black who is in good luck', just tell me if I get a clue, I The rewards will be more than you think!"

"This description... sounds like a terrible existence, similar to the name I have only seen in the seven gods' books!" A member of the party was amazed.

His companion shook his head:

“The objects that many cults believe in will also have similar descriptions.”

“What a cult organization?” The other party members heard their discussion and suddenly blurted out.

"It should be, in general, the spiritual creatures we summon, there may be such a three-segment description, but one of them must be 'who is who cares' or something like 'who belongs to who and who', will not be This form!" A party member who is proficient in occultism gives a theoretical basis.

At the same time of their warm exchanges, Fols was almost stupid there.

Isn't this the name of Mr. "fool"? Although it is described in Lunwen, I can be sure of it! How can Mr. A think about finding a believer in Mr. Fool? Is this the intention of the Aurora? Folce’s mind was a mess.

She knows that Mr. A is a member of the Aurora, because a former "Terrorist Organization" was declared responsible for the assassination of Ambassador Bentley.

After a short mistake, Fols looked down on himself and worried that he was found to be a member of the Tarot Society and a "fool" in a certain sense.

I just read the name of Mr. Fool in the ancient Hermes of the paper, and I was dragged into the fog. No one knew this thing at all, and I was not afraid to investigate... but that wrote There is a source of paper with the name of "The Fool", which is hidden in the books we borrowed from the Viscount of Glylint... Foll thoughts flashed.

"The fool who doesn't belong to this era... Isn't this the description I saw on that piece of paper? I even dreamed of an evil spirit!" At the same time, Hugh remembered the thing that made her feel awkward. However, the long-term bounty hunter experience left her unexposed.

Followed by, she traced back and thought about the origin of paper:

It is hidden in the mezzanine of the History of the Aristocrats of the Kingdom of Lun... The History of the Aristocrats of the Kingdom of Lun was borrowed from the study of the Viscount of Glenlint...

Between Horan, the minds of Firth and Hugh flashed a person’s name at the same time:

"Glorint Priest!"

At this time, the Viscount Glylint was looking at the blackboard and said to himself with interest:

"This name is rare.

"But it sounds great!"

The voice just fell, he looked around in confusion, and said to Forth and Hugh:

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Nothing is nothing." Hugh and Fols shook his head at a high frequency.

............

After dinner, in an elegantly decorated house.

Audrey, with her golden-haired big dog Su Shi, entered the living room under the guidance of psychology teacher Islant, this is a good "academic" gathering last week.

Her maid, her bodyguard, all stayed here, and she and Su Shi went to the spacious living room.

In the living room, I didn’t know whether it was for the atmosphere, or for any other reason. The gas wall lamp was not lit, and the light of the room was all provided by a coffee table and a candle held by several gold-plated lamp holders on the cabinet.

Audrey had not had time to observe the environment carefully, and she saw a 30-year-old gentleman wearing a gray tuxedo coming over.

"This is the owner here, Mr. Stephen Hampres, furniture trader." Islant, who has long hair and waist, said.

She is preparing to talk about Audrey's identity, but Hanpres laughs:

"Islan, don't talk, give me a chance to guess."

He has two neatly trimmed mustaches and a pair of fascinating dark brown eyes that look very gentle, unlike furniture merchants, who are like university lecturers.

Seriously looked at Audrey's eyes, he smiled:

"Island only said that you are her student, huh, I think you are a trained aristocratic lady, and it is not the kind of imaginary type, you no doubt do not have to worry about the decline in the quality of life...

"You are a little excited, you are very curious, you are relatively simple, full of love...

"Of course, the most obvious thing is that you are very beautiful, like an angel!"

He finally made a joke, then pressed his chest and bent down:

"Welcome, beautiful Miss Angel."

You are right, you are a member of the "Psychological Alchemy Club", but what you observe is a few months ago, I am the one I deliberately expressed... Audrey was surprised and opened her mouth. :

"Mr. Hanpres, have you known me before?"

She didn't let the horrified expression stay too much on her face, because the similar emotions themselves belonged to the reaction in an instant, and it was impossible to last too long.

Once a person is surprised to reach a few seconds, it means that his performance is likely to be pretending.

Audrey did not notice this at first, but observing others' "playing" for a long time, naturally summed up a lot of rules.

"No, I don't know you until now. This is just a basic literacy for a psychologist." Hanpres chuckled.

His voice has not fallen, Audrey has completed his own observations, and combined with the surrounding environment, made the corresponding judgment:

"His dress and his house furnishings show that he is a person who cares about his own decent...

"The sapphire on his left hand ring doesn't look small, the actual quality is very general, and there is no symbol and magic logo... his economic situation is not as good as it is... he is very savvy...

"Although he was very enthusiastic, his standing posture, the pointing of his feet, and the change in mood and color all indicate that he still has many concerns and is quite alert...

"He sincerely praised my looks, but it is not like men watching women. There are traces of skin care products on his face. The eyebrows must have been painted. The craftsmanship is not comparable to my makeup maid, Soria, but better than me. ... The perfume on his body is 'confusing', I only saw women use it... Hey, he should be a man, and he plays a relatively weak side..."

At the same time, Audrey skillfully showed her yearning:

"Mr. Hanpres, I really want to have your own observation."

During the speech, she smiled with a light smile, and under the guidance of Hampres and Islant, she met the rest of the seven or eight people in the living room.

These occult and psychology lovers are descendants of the aristocrats, some associate professors, and some rich men. For example, the father of a young man is the owner of the most famous department store Philippe department store in Beckland.

In the following exchanges, Audrey basically only listened to it, saying that she also asked questions and fully expressed her curiosity and yearning.

In this "academic" discussion, Islant, Hampshire and others deliberately mentioned the etheric body and the mental body, mentioned the spiritual world and the collective subconscious, and gave some relatively unique views. Julie gradually figured out some of the problems that she usually accumulated.

When I got out of the house, Audrey looked at Islant, who was next to her, and asked innocently:

"Mr. Islant, me, when will I be as good as Mr. Hampres in the field of psychology?"

Islant smacked her mouth, slightly headed her head and looked at her:

"quickly."

............

At night, Klein, who was preparing to enter the bed, once again came to the fog.

The news that he was quite sleepy was immediately awake by the message told by the "Magician".

"Aurora will know the ‘fools’? Know my name? ‘The real creator’ locked me?” Klein sat up straight, as if he was an enemy.

He quickly denied the last guess. If the "real creator" did lock him, Mr. A had already picked up the copper pennies in the gas meter, and there might even be a saint.

In other words, only know the "fool" and the corresponding name, know the clue in Beckland... Who leaked the news? Klein frowned and thought about it.

Soon, he found a possibility:

Recently, I remembered my name on the little "Sun", and it was at the time of the intersection with the members of the exploration team polluted by the "real creator"... He held a sacrifice ceremony, and there should be a symbol corresponding to the "fool" on the scene. Symbols, there are ancient palaces that appear above the fog... So, the "real creator" perceives the existence of the "fool" and determines that I am the former sly, wrong, harassing, not right, peeping at his fellow...

Also, the small "sun" used "the eyes of the whole black", which contained the spiritual pollution of the "real creator"... Through this, did he clear that my beggars or believers were in Beckland?

You can't take the "Eye of All Blacks" out in the future!

After roughly understanding the problem, Klein fell into a puzzle:

Mr. A is a man who is not too private and relatively open to the extraordinary people to find a "fool" believer, is the brain really not enough, or deliberately "fishing"?

Hey, Aurora will be paranoid madmen, their heads are almost broken, and there is no way to speculate on their true intentions!

This is called, as long as I am crazy, you can't guess what I am thinking?